Power, takes it right from you. Coward, steps on those he screws. Recreation, women used, tossed. Adoration, from other beasts equally as lost. Dressed to impress you, but I really know what's underneath. And I know peace can never be, as long as he still walks the streets. Endorsed by our culture, so I'm sitting here with disbelief. He rules the land, makes his demands, but is he man or beast? Dedication, anger, conceit pride. Sophistication, we know that's a lie. Consumes, he just eats, whatever. Costumes, you think you fooled us? Never! Give the beast position, people listen without thinking it through. We honor by externals, the most foolish thing to do. Charisma without substance, that's what we pursue. Raise your hand people, take a stand people. Is he man people, man or beast?
